And now John Updike's dead. Before my obsession with Wallace, there was my obsession with Updike. (An unlikely combination, but, eh.) My two favorites from the past five years, dead in the past five months.
What comes to mind is very un-Updikean: Man. This sucks.
1 comment:
man I feel you. Nobody seemed to mourn Pinson's death at all.
also, Infinite Jest might be my in-prague read.
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